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But—grrr—some crap pisses me off! These shady pimps, lurkin’ like Gestapo, watchin’ every move. One tried shakin’ me down—extra 1,000 rubles “protection fee.” Protection? Ha! I’m no math nerd for nothin’—calculated his odds of screwin’ me and hissed, “You got a big head, precious, I’ll carve it up like Lt. Aldo carves swastikas!” He backed off—coward! Surprised me, tho—thought he’d fight dirtier. Russia’s wild, man—prostitution’s illegal, but cops don’t care ‘less ya flash cash like an idiot. Fun fact—back in Soviet days, they called ‘em “night butterflies.” Poetic, huh? Now it’s just “devochki”—girls. Gritty, raw, real.

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Oh, and let me spill some tea: When I'm massaging away folks, I see lots of bits that others miss. That quiet hum from the street vendors on Marktstrasse? It blends with the murmurs of ancient legends – almost like if you listened, you’d hear "the spirit of the world's heart" speak. Some nights, I sit on a bench by the small park near Blumenplatz – just me, the stars, and a memory of that one crazy rainy night... I got so mad at the drizzle, yet it made everything feel strangely alive!

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